Poem: Rebirthing Myself on Your Toilet

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If the title offends thee, do not read this poem. Comments/notes are welcome.

Rebirthing Myself on Your Toilet
 
 
 
Even my bowels
Cannot dispell
Long-forgotten love smell
 
On your toilet
So white and clean
Mom's a Martha machine
 
Your toilet is
My first birth stool
Toes pointed, knees are up
 
Instinctively
I twist your towel
For a birth rope to pull
 
On your toilet
I pant through the
Burning ring of fire
 
Perineum
I support with
My hand that you have held
 
Through these six days
My long labor
You have been my support
 
On your toilet
I have rebirthed
The baby of myself
 
You have helped me
Let me help me
Need to do this myself